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margaretpap5 · 2 days ago

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Prologue

Fucking black tile hallways.

Always, always hated them. They were purposely built to intimidate, and they make it so. The Ministry of magic has long been a shithole of superstitions from the past, but these lowest levels are the worst.

I take a deep breath and get out of the elevator before it takes off again. Theo’s words keep ringing in my head as I make it down to the designated, heavy door.

“I want to save him too, but we can find another way! Please Abby, don’t…”

I flinch as I brush my thoughts off and wave my hand so that the lesser magic opens the door without a word. Well, if the hallway is shit, then the courtroom that seats the Sacred 28 is the bottom of the toilet. I take a deep breath and walk in the ginormous, round room as every single head turns my way.

Expected, I suppose, I shouldn’t be here.

Not for him, right?

No-one stands up for him, not even his fucking family. Guess that’s how he ended up chained in that chair in the middle of the room, with a dozen very hungry dementors awaiting to give him smooches. He doesn’t turn of course, he has no hope left in him. I hate that too. They took his hopes, a while ago, left him an empty vessel to be used as weapon. Now they have the nerve to call him a weak, cowardly criminal.

The heels I wore especially for this occasion click and clack on the stone floor as I keep my head high and take my grandpapa’s seat amongst the 28 designated ones. Why do I always need a fucking audience with these people? One of the reasons my first husband was a Gryffindor I suppose. Slytherins are so judgmental the only way to prevail is to be a lot worse. Well, that I can do, let them come.

I will bite and hiss like the snake I am too.

Oh I would not let them forget, I am one of them. Maybe my years at Hogwarts where very few comparing, but snake it is, all the way through. What very little good there was died a long time ago, first with grandpapa and then with Freddie. Fuck, not a good time to reminisce of a dead husband that took my heart with him in the afterlife.

Nope, not right now.

I blink rapidly as I wave my hand again and my cloak comes off and neatly folds itself next to me. Someone behind me clears their throat as I finally let myself look at him. Dammit I am immediately stricken with how thin he is, how tired he looks. Except for the silver eyes of course. Those are still alive and so fascinating. Where Freddie’s eyes were hazel and so kind, Malfoy’s eyes are silver and piercing me to my soul. He is looking at me with surprise? Oh ho ho I want to burst out laughing, it is exactly what I was hopping for. Matriarch Malfoy is gonna owe me a good one, when I find where the fuck she has been hiding.

Ohh now he is looking at me angry and sneering. He even stirs in his chair, bad idea considering the dementors are practically getting high on his fear and get ever restless by the minute.

“Madame Weasley, what on earth are you doing here?” The judge’s voice pulls me from my thoughts violently.

Malfoy doesn’t even bother to get his eyes off me as I turn mine on the round, red face of the old wizard.

“It’s Dumbledore, your honor.” I say in a very cold tone even I can’t recognise.

Honorable judge Malcoms looks at me like I just fucking told him I brought a muggle with me to the hearing. I can hear everyone’s gears turning and frankly, the bacon is smelling as the Americans would say.

What would a half English half Albanian say? Well she would say fuck these…

“Pardon?” The judge groans at me.

I sit more comfortably on my chair and decide to make the best of this charade, as I have come to shock the crowds. I even put my one knee over the other, how very unladylike of me.

“The surname your honor, it’s Dumbledore, hasn’t been Weasley for quiet a while now, as I am sure you are aware.” I spit.

“Right, and what exactly are you doing here, ms Dumbledore?”

That’s more like it you toad.

“I have come to claim a second husband.” I say smiling, no teeth.

Just like daddy used to say, show your teeth last, make them fear it. Daddy was a bastard, but he knew intimidation. And he most surely instilled it in me. Very useful around other snakes.

“You what?” Pusey almost falls of his seat screaming.

“Sit down Adrian, this isn’t that sad building you call your mansion. I have come to claim my pact with the Malfoy heir, and make him my husband.” I say while my eyes return to Malfoy’s.

Fuck he makes me sweat, I can practically run my fingers through the coating of disgust he emits my way. Too bad, fuckwad, I have a main character complex and I’m saving your sorry ass. I promised it, and if I have to live with that regret, you have to live, even stuck with me.

The tainted snake that left you for the lions’ den.

He is going to kill me in my sleep, isn’t he? Hopefully the vows my parents made with his still hold and I will not have to play war with him every night. Ok now he looks like he is going to explode, what the fuck? Does he really prefer a dementor’s kiss to me? It’s not like it’s going to be a real marriage, for fucks sake. I am soooo glad there a silencio between as, at least for now.

“You can’t be serious, ms Dumbledore! How do you even think to still have a hold on that, amazes me.” Croaks the judge.

“Your honour, it was never actually broken, you must know. Although very few of the witnesses from that night are still alive to assure it, but I guess we don’t really need testimonials. We have magic to prove magical pacts in between very old families, don’t we?”

Malcoms is fuming as he looks at the secretary in a manner that can only be translated as a threat. Well someone will loose their seat after this trial but it will not be the poor secretary, not his fault for sure. The employee takes his wand out and makes the magical movement with a frightened look and a trembling hand.

And there it is, the faint light blue glittering thread that starts tethered around my wrist and ends all the way, around his. Everyones eyes follows the movement of the old magic as it wraps and glows around our wrists and Malcoms might actually die of a heart attack. That would be one less enemy, although the next to take his place would probably be even worse. I hold my head up high as I look at the judge awaiting.

This is happening, they don’t get to keep him locked up for six years in that hellhole of a prison and then just decide to make him take the kiss. Not while I have at least one chance to save him. They promised to let him out eventually, even if it would be on permanent house arrest. But of course they didn’t like that, they want the Malfoy gold, and that is not happening. No one else is dying cause all the adults couldn’t detain one psycho who was obsessed with blood purity.

Not while the children fought their war and paid for their negligence.

“Is this even a thing, your honour?” Someone asks behind me.

Malcoms looks at the tethering with a frowning on his face but doesn’t answer for a few seconds.

“Your honour?” The secretary asks almost whispering.

Malcoms looks at me now and he is so angry, it makes me quiver in happiness. Too long I have let grandpapa’s seat empty for them. Too long I have been lost in my grief for Freddie, but alas he is not coming back. I loved him with all my heart, he was the only good thing in my life and I lost him in that fucking battle. Well they don’t get to dispose of the boy I hope is still somewhere in Malfoy as well. I just know he is good somewhere in there or decent at least.

He’s paid long enough if I can help it.

Malcoms clears his throat one last time and takes out his wand to finite the silencio. All eyes are now on Malfoy as I am silently pleading him to accept what I am offering. Say yes now, hate me later, please. I know he never got over the fact that someone like Freddie prevailed over his name and riches, but he must have some will left to live. At least some.

“Well mr Malfoy, what will it be? Apparently you have a very willing bride waiting with a literal proposal in hand!” The judge says.

Malfoy looks at me carefully as he is thinking it over, I am sure. His eyes roam over me with the spark of detest, probably? Well I am definitely not what he was promised anymore. I have put on a few pounds and am almost thirty now, but I know I am beautiful enough to pose as Mrs Malfoy. And even if I am not, he will have to take it. No family portrait of ours posing over the fireplace I suppose.

“I get to go home?” He asks finally, in a hoarse voice.

Malcoms nods and murmur spreads throughout the round space in seconds.

“Then yes.” Malfoy spits.

I seriously do not remember in detail the next hour. Malfoy was taken of his cuffs in seconds and the dementors were sent back to Azkaban and we were shoved in a room and said our vows with the judge and two ministry employees as witnesses.

I remember coming out of that suffocating room and my heels clicking and clacking while I walked through the damn black tile hallway straight to the elevators. Getting to the fireplaces to floo was a whole other thing as apparently every damn reporter of the Daily Prophet was already waiting for us.

How the fuck?

I heard a few curses here and there, snake and whore were just flying of their lips as I took Malfoy’s arm and rushed to the floo. Gave them a very nice middle finger as we were vanishing in the green flames, just for the dramatic effect.

We stepped out of the fireplace in the manor, and honestly I dreaded this moment. I had agreed to come and live here with him, cause for now he would have to be in house arrest, but I was not happy with that at all. Yes the manor was obviously lush and beautiful in a I have killed lots of people for this wealth kind of way, but I do not give a shit for any of it. Obviously I would use whatever influence his title and money could offer for my plans, but that was a side gain. The main thing was my promise to grandpapa the night he died to save this mans ass from Voldemort’s wrath. Well grandpapa did not die in vain, Freddie and Lupin and Tonks did not die in vain and I would make sure of that.

Malfoy grabs my arm and turns me to face him so fast, I barely get a hold of it. I almost trip, but he holds me in place while he is staring into my eyes furious.

“What the actual fuck where you thinking?” He hisses into my face.

“You stink.” I note trying to say something distracting so I don’t fall into his arms like a stupid teenage girl.

This was the problem all along. No matter how much I loved Freddie, how much he made me laugh and I married him whole heartedly, he would always be my salvation. Malfoy on the other hand was to be my doom, if I gave in, cause I wanted him since I was a literal child. Since he was six and I nine, and I looked at him and took the ancient tethering magic that night of our bond, I liked him. And then I picked sides and run away from him, left him to the wolves. I knew he never forgave me for that, but I was a child too. Why was I to carry the weight of the fucking world on my shoulders and accept what my parents wanted for me? Wealth and a good English heir with a nice fucking manor. Good enough to house a purist cult, for fucks sake.

He lets go of my arms like it burns him and takes a step back with a look of shame on his face. I know where to take a blow, husband. You just can’t stand being in an Azkaban uniform and wreaking, can you?

“I was in jail, wife dearest, of course I stink, as you so delicately stated.”

Wife…fuck that hurt. I haven’t been called that since Freddie, oh this is a low blow. I want to avada him right then and there, but then it would all be in vain.

“Well you are now home, go freshen up as I do not tolerate filth and personal hygiene negligence.” I say waving an indifferent hand.

He straitens up and I have to crane my neck to look him in the eyes. I had forgotten how tall he is, even taller that Freddie.

“You will regret this Dumbledore.” He says slowly.

“Malfoy as of today, if you please.”

He narrows his eyes at me and for a sliver of a second his silver vanishes as his pupils dilate. Nice, I am now weak in the knees for a very smelly, former death eater. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself and stand my ground in what I said.

He takes of without another word and I am left breathless in a huge and dark hallway. Poppin pops next to me with a loud crack, making me jump.

“Damn it Pops, you wanna be a little more discreet?”

The elf looks at me with a suspicious look on her enormous green eyes.

“Miss’s room is ready, as per request.” She says and starts walking to lead the way in this labyrinth of a house.

“You had difficulties with the rest of them?” I ask quietly as I follow her.

Her big ears flip irritantly as she doesn’t even bother to turn and look at me.

“Not once they realised you will bring their master back, miss. They waited for you all this long they said, hoped you will eventually take your place. They even had your designated quarters ready at hand all these years.”

Oh great, cause the weight of duty can just add up to my past traumas, fucking fantastic. I did not think this through enough. The elves think the will have little heirs running around soon enough, might have even started knitting tiny socks and beanies. Maybe Pops explains them that this was only to save their master?

Maybe they poison my coffee as soon as they realise and we are done for it?

Poppins wouldn’t allow that for sure.

Hopefully.

We get past portraits and walls with dark brown and green wallpaper and candelabras and end tables with intricate designs. I have not been in this house for years and it has not changed one bit. Still wreaks of insanity and purity and nepotism if you ask me. I guess it’s what made daddy decide I would be perfectly fine in this place. Money and a good name above all for the snakes.

Fucking man, he never even gave me a chance. My mother was even worse, but enough with disturbing the dead for one night. Or else they tend to haunt my dreams.

We enter the quarters in the west wing and I see a beautifully decorated sitting room before me. One door on the right and one door on the left and a huge fireplace that runs up to the ceiling almost and a fire burning inside it already. It’s definitely very impressive but that’s all there is to it. Freddie and I lived crumped up in a bedroom in Grimmauld place for three years and were far richer than anyone’s been in this manor for years. I exhale all the heaviness of the day and follow Pops to the left of the room. She opens the doors to a huge bedroom with is own wardrobe and boudoir and bathroom of course.

“Lady of the manor’s rooms, miss.” she says and looks up at me.

In a way that says, well deserving and what the hell are we doing here at the same time. I roll my eyes, cause I’ve had enough drama for one fucking lifetime honestly and Poppins can be annoying if she likes to. The perks of having a free elf raise you I guess, she has her very own strong opinions.

I walk straight to the bathroom and follow the advise I gave Malfoy, but with the addition of scalding water that hopefully washes away every instinct of mine that screams run.

I have learned to ignored that feeling my entire life, nothing new.

Note: This is a transformative work of fiction created just for fun, not profit. The characters and universe belong to J.K. Rowling — but this particular brand of chaos, emotional damage, and 3 a.m. plot spirals is all mine. I don’t claim ownership. I do claim space for feminist complex stories in a world that seems set to erase them. I also want to be clear: I renounce J.K. Rowling and the harmful ideologies she has chosen to perpetuate. Fanfiction is where we take the magic back. Thanks for reading 💥✨

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jellypawzy2k · 2 years ago

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UTM AU IDEA?

OKAY SO WHAT IF THERE WAS AN AU WHERE ROBBIE FINALLY STANDS UP FOR HERSELF TO BLUSTER AND LEAVES TO FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO LIVE WHERE SHE CAN FINALLY MAKE THE RULES FOR HERSELF.

BUT SHE DOESN'T GO TO THE CARE BEARS FOR HELP AND REFUSES THE HELP TOO, BUT INSTEAD GOES TO HIDE IN THE SILVER LINING FOREST TO BECOME ONE WITH IT'S NATURE AND CREATE A HOME FOR HERSELF FROM SCRATCH, WITH THE WHIFFLES HELP, BY USING HER INTELLIGENCE AND BLUEPRINTS.

AND OVER TIME, SHE FINALLY HAS A HOME TO CALL HER OWN, WHICH IS MOSTLY DESIGNED BY HERSELF AND SHE BECOMES A SCIENTIST / INVENTOR.

SHE STOPS TRYING TO DESTROY THE SILVERLINING AND BECOMES VERY FACINATED INTO IT, AS SHE NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO LOOK INTO IT BEFORE WHEN LIVING WITH BLUSTER. THEN STARTS CREATING INVENTIONS TO HELP THE WHIFFLES, AND ALSO FOR HERSELF OF COURSE, ONES SHE HAS BEEN DYING TO CREATE FOR AGES BUT COULDN'T BACK IN THE BAD CROWD.

AND INSTEAD OF WEARING A BLACK LEATHER JACKET, SHE WEARS A WHITE LABCOAT INSTEAD, THE CRACK IN HER GOGGLES HAVE BEEN FIXED, AND SHE GROWS A BIT MORE HAIR.

I ALSO WANT PLUNK TO COME BACK, AND HE BECOMES ROBBIE'S LITTLE SCIENTIST SIDEKICK, BUT HE ISN'T TREATED LIKE CRAP BY HER. ROBBIE IS FINALLY THE ONE IN CONTROL, BUT MAKES SURE NOT THE REPEAT WHAT BLUSTER DID WITH HER AND THE CROWD. (Plunk doesn't rly live with her, since he's got his own home, but he works with her as co-workers and visits her the most. They become besties.)

I'D ALSO LIKE TO THINK THE CARE BEARS VISIT SOMETIMES FROM CARE-A-LOT TO CHECK UP ON HER, BUT ONLY ON SPECIAL OCCASIONS BECAUSE SHE LIKES HER OWN SPACE AND SHE DOES THINGS A LOT DIFFERENT FROM THE CARE BEARS. BUT SHE WELCOMES THEM IN AND THEY SEE HOW HAPPIER SHE IS WITHOUT BLUSTER, AND SHE FINALLY KEEPS HER ROOM CLEAN CUZ SHE'S NO LONGER MENTALLY ILL. I ALSO WANT HER TO GET CLOSER WITH GRUMPY, SINCE GRUMPY IS THE ONLY CARE BEAR SHE CAN PROLLY FULLY TOLERATE SINCE HE DOESN'T PESTER HER ABOUT SUNSHINE, CUPCAKES AND RAINBOWS. HE FULLY UNDERSTANDS HER WAY OF LIVING, RESPECTS IT AND LEAVES HER TO IT. THEY CAN ALSO SHARE GADGET / INVENTION IDEAS TOO MWAHAHA

I am a huge enthusiast for mad scientists so she'd prolly have her own laboratory in the basement of her home and work on experiments / gadgets.

Also I'd like to think Bluster is homeless with barely nothing so he can't destroy the Silverlining again. He's probably living in a cave and eating wild plants or something. HE DOES TRY TO BEG ON HIS KNEES TO ROBBIE TO LET HIM LIVE WITH HER, BUT SHE'S LIKE: ''Naw bruh, you'll only boss me around again and mooch off my stuff. Here's some materials, go make your own home, squirt!''. SHE PROLLY LETS HIM VISIT SOMETIMES, BUT HE HAS TO GO BY HER HOUSE RULES, NOT HIS BUT SHE ISN'T MEAN ABOUT IT. THEY BOTH KINDA GET ON GOOD TERMS WITH EACHOTHER AGAIN, BUT NOT TO WHERE THEY WERE IN THE BEGUINNING, THEY BECOME MORE LIKE MUTUALS AND SHE REFUSES TO LET HIM LIVE WITH HER. BLUSTER HAS RUININED THEIR FRIENDSHIP TO EVER HAVE IT STRONG AGAIN. But that's prolly a few months or a year after she leaves the bad crew cuz he eventually finds out where she's living at.

And Malcom, I'm gonna give him the funniest future story ever. He's gonna have a wife and children and owns a huge company that makes something rly dumb, prolly like tooth brushes or massage chairs and he gets into co-operate greed in the care bears universe equivalent of New York. And Robbie's like: ''Lol, I saw that coming tbh. His eyes were always on the prize. Good for him I guess?'', whilst reading a news paper.

I'M PROLLY GONNA NAME THIS AU, Care Bears Beyond The Silverlining (Care Bears BTS for short)........ Uh oh... BTS... PFTYDFSUTGGJ BYE (Or maybe Care Bears BTSL)...

#care bears au #care bears utm #robbie utm #robbie bad croud #bluster bad crowd #care bears

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